Perhaps THERE might be found a somewhat to solve the riddle, to dispel or confirm the doubt: that thought grew and deepened in its intenseness; it fastened on her as with a palpable and irresistible grasp; it seemed to raise her limbs without her will.
And now, through the chamber, along the galleries thou glidest, O lovely shape! sleep-walking, yet awake.

The moon shines on thee as thou glidest by, casement after casement, white-robed and wandering spirit!--thine arms crossed upon thy bosom, thine eyes fixed and open, with a calm unfearing awe.

Mother, it is thy child that leads thee on! The fairy moments go before thee; thou hearest still the clock-knell tolling them to their graves behind.

On, gliding on, thou hast gained the door; no lock bars thee, no magic spell drives thee back.

Daughter of the dust, thou standest alone with night in the chamber where, pale and numberless, the hosts of space have gathered round the seer!.